I'd regained some much anticipated energy points with a 90 minute massage followed by an afternoon of napping. I awoke in time to prepare for my last evening at the Tauranga Arts Fest and was stoked on my first attempt to give myself a perfectly formed French Roll hairstyle.
I arrived at Baycourt Theatre in time to be seated with two of my old high school teachers. Goosebumps swept across my body as the opening scene of Ngai Tahu captured my heart. It was as though I knew a beautiful thing was unravelling before my eyes. Fluid movements of the dancers reflected the rippling of water and it's life source... powerfully hypnotic. The costumes were perfectly paired in this darkly delicate performance. With instant connection, I could feel my soul being cleansed. This experience was indeed deeply moving and it was sad to see that more hadn't witnessed this masterpiece.
Next stop was Tahuna Breaks back down at the Palace. It was refreshing to be at a show that had an audience from my age bracket. The lead singer began with a solo opening performance. It was a nice taster before the rest of the band joined to pull out some dancing tunes with hints of reggae and tones of funk. I had to leave as the second set began and my glass of wine emptied. I had to skip off one last time.
The Sebel foyer was a hubbub of chatter in anticipation for the play The Hotel. We were escorted upstairs to a room and sat around the edges like outcast goldfish in a bowl. How appropriate was it that my last evening fling ended in a hotel room. This follow on from The Salon was more edgier, like the lesbian pash on Coro the other night, with at least one character convincingly like someone you would actually know. It opened up an undercover world of what goes on behind those thin walls. I don't think I will ever enter a hotel room without thinking about what stories it could tell.
Another three down and one more day to go!
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